Hunting Musk-Ox with tlie Dog Ribs 



swift pace my snow-shoes clanked close 

 beside them. 



We soon came upon eleven of the musk- 

 ox standing at bay in two little clusters, 

 hardly lowering their heads at the dogs, 

 whose ardor had been cooled by the statue- 

 like immobility of the noble animals. 

 Their robes were in prime condition ; the 

 long hair and heavy, erect mane 

 gave them an im- 

 posing appear- 

 ance. To kill 

 them was simple 

 butch- 

 ery ; yet 

 I had no 

 choice 

 but to fire 

 as rapidly as 

 possible and 

 get my share 

 of them, as 

 they were all 

 doomed anyway. 



On leaving 

 Fort Rae, John- 

 nie had agreed to 

 assist me in skin- 

 ning the game 

 killed ; he now 



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